Been wanting to doodle Peggy Cap ever since that text post a few days ago. I MAY prefer this to Steve haha. She’s SUCH a competent agent to start with and give her super soldier abilities and holy crap.
I saw a dude at work a few weeks ago wearing a “What would Picard do?” shirt and I couldn’t help myself so when he finally got to the front of my line I kinda scrunched my face and went “I dunno, I feel like we should really be asking ourselves what The Sisko would do.”
and then his girlfriend went “THANK YOU, I’ve been telling him this for a year!”
and I then got into a two minute mostly-friendly debate about who was the best captain and when they left I could hear them arguing until they got to the door
IM FUCKING SCREAMING
IM IN FUCKING STITCHES
the only thing funnier than this video are the comments on it
i’m laffin’ why are the majority of men idiots
The thing is that I have and they just told me “Well, we’ll see what we can do.” and they sure as fuck gave me LESS cart attendant shifts, I only have to do one or two every couple of weeks.
It’s pretty goddamn physically demanding, at least once every shift the electic carts for disabled people will break down in the store or the parking lot and I have to physically drag them back and it always always ALWAYS fucks up my back. When the quick cart is broken, I have to shove the carts by hand and even if I’m only doing seven at a time, it’s very hard on my back and my chest. I sprung a rib doing this once when the cart pusher was broken for over a month because the store was too cheap to replace the motor during the holiday rush. I get sunburned, have to clean up toilets, rummage through trash, break my back carrying bookcases and cribs and basketball hoops out to people’s cars who always ALWAYS tell me “Oh, we thought it would be a guy helping…” all for minimum wage.
And like, that’s just the physical shit, I’ve constantly got people telling me, “Oh, that’s not a job for a girl!” because I am the ONLY female cart attendant that store has ever hired and yet they keep giving me shifts, so it’s like this weird, female-invalidating thing in my head that’s “Oh. Okay. I guess I’m not a girl then.” and it puts me in a shitty place mentally which makes doing anything else difficult really hard and by the end of a six hour shift I am almost always completely emotionally broken and running through a list of ways in which I should kill myself because everything looks so bleak.
And even when I’m on a cashier shift, at least twice a week they have to put me outside for a couple hours to help the other cart attendants out, so I can’t even wear makeup or I’ll have it all sweat off in an hour. And they never put anyone out there to help me when I’m on carts is the thing, no matter how far behind I am, they won’t even put anyone out there to cover my lunch. And like, most of the cashiers are women and most of them are very feminine, so when I cashier, I CLEARLY don’t belong with this group.
And it turns out that my friend Jimmy transferred to our store because he wanted to be a cashier and he’s got the personality for it, but they keep putting him on carts because he’s got the training for it written down in his record.
There are only five cart attendants at the store when there need to be about seven or eight. And only two of those people actually want to be a cart attendant, while Jimmy and I are trying our best to get placed literally anywhere else and Matt has training all over the store so they never keep him in one place for too long.
So, basically, they’re a bunch of cheapskates and they see on their books, “Oh, we’ve got five cart attendants, we don’t need to hire anyone else!” and they keep giving us shifts that make us miserable.
I just asked to be moved to softlines, which is where all the clothes and baby stuff is, and they told me “Well, we’ll see what we can do.” And I do not believe for a second, that even if I miraculously get permanently transferred to softlines, they won’t just put me right back on carts when the holidays roll around because it’s still on my record that I have cart attendant training, so if they need to hire six cart attendants, they’ll only hire five, and give me the rests of the shifts to make up the difference.
So basically as long as I am hired by this company with that training in their records, I will never be free from carts and I can’t physically or psychologically handle carts so I’m just going to have to find something else or quit or both.
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I HATE GUILT.
So Target does this thing where like, if you have had a crisis, you can submit a form and they’ll review it and they’ll give you money.
So I filled that out at the suggestion of the store manager and they gave me a check for $500. So I mean, it’s not like any kind of protection or benefit and you can only apply for this ONCE but they could also have done NOTHING which most companies would have so there ya go.
And like, today was the first day Jonathan was back from Coachella (I know, I KNOW, but the only thing he painted on his face was the David Bowie lightning bolt from the Aladdin Sane cover so he could be a lot worse) and the first day I saw Veronnica since coming back and I’m mad because THEY’RE FUN. I like THEM, they make the shitty job way less shitty.
Like, when I’m cashiering and ONLY cashiering it’s not so bad, it’s about as bad as any other retail job would be anywhere ever.
But when I’m on carts, it’s the actual worst thing on the planet and I am constantly worked up into psychological torture over it and after even six hours on carts I hate everyone, everything and have the all consuming need to run screaming into traffic and be done with it all.
And the thing is, if I could get a guarantee that they’d never put me on carts ever again for even five minutes, I’d probably stay.
But as long as I have it written down in my record that I’ve got cart attendant training while I’m employed at Target, they will ALWAYS find some excuse to put me out in the parking lot under the desert sun gathering up carts, dodging traffic, and carrying out eighty pound bookcases. I will never be free of carts for as long as I am employed by Target.
So I need to not be employed by Target.
The only thing is how do I go about doing it without seeming like an ingrate since they gave me that check and everyone was going on about how they missed me today…
I woke up my cat laughing at this
I want them to print out the two-week out schedule so they don’t give me punishment shifts of like, all carts all the time for my last week and Sunday I have the day off, so I’m gonna spend that day psychologically preparing by cleaning myself the fuck up and preparing what to say and looking up how to quit and then on Monday I’m gonna go in early and give them my two week’s notice.
Because fuuuuuck this job.
Y’know, I’d been kinda waffling about “oh do I really want to quit I don’t know what to doooo” and then I just looked at my phone and work called a half an hour ago to ask if I could work a longer shift.
They called me at 1:17 to ask if I could come in at 2 pm.
It’s not even significant and it’s the least of the grievances I have with them but I’m quitting for sure now.
deAR SWEET BABY JESUS THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER
- Varric being overprotective of his Commander
- Drablet text & inspiration by lifeofaseamonster
Even The Inquisitor is reminded at times of the fear & hatred her kind inspires in the hearts of men.